June Gloom
I swore I wouldn’t use that hokey headline and look here I am using it anyway.
I’m not actually gloomy. Pensive, maybe. (Pensive is my default.) But it’s a gorgeous grey morning in Los Angeles—June Gloom, they call it—and that’s the best I can come up with. I’d better send this sucker while it’s still overcast or I’ll feel like a complete dork.
I do love this weather. I went for a hike last night just as the evening gloom was glooming, and the temperature was perfect. I’m trying to revel in it before summer hits full on. Trying to appreciate what I’ve got right now.
Ugh.
Ricky and I have undertaken a creative project that is exciting and hard and very slow going. I'm trying to remind myself to be satisfied with increments. Not nag. Not beat myself up. Be satisfied with getting a little bit of work done every day.
*****
This month in fashion: I wrote a piece for Racked about my $30 rubber Birks. YOU LAUGHED, BUT THEY ARE THE BEST SHOES OF ALL TIME
This month in home spa treatments: I’ve been doing this thing when I get home from yoga where I take my regular hot shower, soap up, wash off, all that, then I turn the faucet all the way to cold for a good 30 seconds, wheeeeee!, then back to hot, then to cold again, then to a kind of lukewarm to come to neutral before I get out. It feels amazing, and I’m convinced it’s good for my circulation.
This month onscreen: I’m dabbling. I Love Dick, old eps of The Golden Girls, The Handmaid’s Tale. I’d been loving Handmaid’s Tale—the first three installments, directed by Reed Morano, are spectacular. But it feels like it’s starting to go off the rails. Like (SPOILER ALERT) did we need a whole fucking episode about the handmaid’s boss? Or the handmaid’s husband? No we did not.
This month in tacos: We went to Holbox for my birthday; I’ll spare you the long story while just admitting I was cranky by the time we arrived. The salsas were excellent, especially the peanut one. The ceviche was superb. The seared diver scallop and the grilled wild ono tacos were… fine. I didn’t finish them, if that tells you anything. But R made me bring them home and they were fucking excellent the next day. Like, that grilled ono may be the best fish taco I’ve ever had? So. Don’t Judge Tacos While Cranky, is the lesson. Or maybe the lesson is Fish: Better the Next Day! 🐟🙃
NOTICE: I’ve started plunking my taco recs onto a custom Google map you can access here. It’s a work in progress—currently LA only, dunno if it’s useful to add the other recs too?—I’d love to get your feedback.
xoxo,
Laramie
p.s. I have to give a shoutout to Annie. I swiped both the June Gloom link and the Holbox rec from her very excellent Annie Loves LA newsletter.
I’m not actually gloomy. Pensive, maybe. (Pensive is my default.) But it’s a gorgeous grey morning in Los Angeles—June Gloom, they call it—and that’s the best I can come up with. I’d better send this sucker while it’s still overcast or I’ll feel like a complete dork.
I do love this weather. I went for a hike last night just as the evening gloom was glooming, and the temperature was perfect. I’m trying to revel in it before summer hits full on. Trying to appreciate what I’ve got right now.
Ugh.
Ricky and I have undertaken a creative project that is exciting and hard and very slow going. I'm trying to remind myself to be satisfied with increments. Not nag. Not beat myself up. Be satisfied with getting a little bit of work done every day.
*****
This month in fashion: I wrote a piece for Racked about my $30 rubber Birks. YOU LAUGHED, BUT THEY ARE THE BEST SHOES OF ALL TIME
This month in home spa treatments: I’ve been doing this thing when I get home from yoga where I take my regular hot shower, soap up, wash off, all that, then I turn the faucet all the way to cold for a good 30 seconds, wheeeeee!, then back to hot, then to cold again, then to a kind of lukewarm to come to neutral before I get out. It feels amazing, and I’m convinced it’s good for my circulation.
This month onscreen: I’m dabbling. I Love Dick, old eps of The Golden Girls, The Handmaid’s Tale. I’d been loving Handmaid’s Tale—the first three installments, directed by Reed Morano, are spectacular. But it feels like it’s starting to go off the rails. Like (SPOILER ALERT) did we need a whole fucking episode about the handmaid’s boss? Or the handmaid’s husband? No we did not.
This month in tacos: We went to Holbox for my birthday; I’ll spare you the long story while just admitting I was cranky by the time we arrived. The salsas were excellent, especially the peanut one. The ceviche was superb. The seared diver scallop and the grilled wild ono tacos were… fine. I didn’t finish them, if that tells you anything. But R made me bring them home and they were fucking excellent the next day. Like, that grilled ono may be the best fish taco I’ve ever had? So. Don’t Judge Tacos While Cranky, is the lesson. Or maybe the lesson is Fish: Better the Next Day! 🐟🙃
NOTICE: I’ve started plunking my taco recs onto a custom Google map you can access here. It’s a work in progress—currently LA only, dunno if it’s useful to add the other recs too?—I’d love to get your feedback.
xoxo,
Laramie
p.s. I have to give a shoutout to Annie. I swiped both the June Gloom link and the Holbox rec from her very excellent Annie Loves LA newsletter.
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